El dia que vaig marxar

Nearly 50 years old, one day the author decides that he wants to "disappear from himself", leave everything behind and go for a while to France, to learn French, the language that when he was a child meant for his parents of the country of liberty and which had now been cornered by the ubiquitous Englishman. And he goes for a few months to Aix-en-Provence, where he finds himself and the pleasure of living calmly. It fulfills a dream that many of us have: to make a change of life. "(...) I wanted to sit on the terrace of a bar, order a cake, take out my notebook and transcribe lyrics in French by Serge Gainsbourg, La Grande Sophie, Benjamin Biolay or Dominique A, and do what we all do, underline those sentences that seem to give us reason in the decisions we have just made: go to France for a while when you are 50 years old, when you see your parents begin the journey to go and you, who have no children, decide to leave sooner, out of lightness, out of fear or perhaps to gather a little courage for the years to come: 'la vie n'est pas finie, la vie n'est pas passé'. Dominique A sang it and I emphasized it: life was not over. At that time, in France, I wanted to do everything every day and I didn't know where to start".